Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Keeley Jones, The Independent Woman insert on Sunday.
Look, Roy, all this Chandler Bing-ing aside, do me a favor.
-Snooker? -That's it. That's the one, yup.
who I was had nothing to do with it.
I have had a million one-night stands.
I'm more of a, you know, cornhole man myself. Yeah.
Hey! There it is.
Attaboy, Nate. Diamond Dogs it is.
Come on, Coach. I don't like all that kiss-and-tell stuff.
No, I just make it feel like it does with my hips.
That'll kill Rupert.
Thank you.
And every week, when they shove a camera in my face
He said you hired him.
No, no. Lasso could have stopped it, but he didn't. Yeah.
before I purchased a football club.
I can't control my feelings.
Snookered? That's it. that's the one, yup
Or what?
Where would you take me if I did say yes?
Not unlike folks at a hip-hop concert whose hands are not in the air.
Yeah, woman with the fucking eyes.
I also got you a little box of chocolate truffles.
-Saw this coming. -Nothing like the early days of courtship.
Sometimes that is exactly how it works.
Boy, I'd love to curl up on a couch under a weighted blanket,
They have no idea who I am,
Ted.
All right now.
Oh, no. Did they expire?
Hey, Captain.
Okay. Here it comes, here it comes. Let's go.